Here is the hematoma I got from donating blood yesterday. My daughter was sitting in the chair next to mine, about to donate blood for the first time, so I couldn't act like a baby when I saw this mess forming on my arm.
I am usually the first of my neighbors to shovel my snow, but this morning I see that my driveway and sidewalk are an anomaly in the 'hood - covered with snow, tire tracks , and foot prints, while everyone else has shoveled. I will shovel it on the way out of here this morning. I am SO DONE with this weather. We are expecting a high temperature of 7 degrees today! And my office is freezing. I am bringing a shawl to work every day. I look like a refugee of some sort.
I remember winter hangover mornings in Chicago. After finding my car, trying to scrape the ice off while trying not to vomit. I guess shoveling a bit of snow before pulling my clean car out of the garage isn't so bad.
"When I look back now, I think I stopped maturing at fifteen when I started to get drunk with the older guys. I wanted to feel at peace with myself and comfortable with other people. I never found it in drinking. The belonging I always wanted I have found in AA and in sobriety. I don't think about drinking. God is there. My sponsor is there. All the credit belongs to God. On my own I could not have quit. I know, I tried it." -- Alcoholics Anonymous, p. 485 (4th ed.)